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[ofdraconis-blog]

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“I’m sorry...” It felt like he was saying that a lot lately, even though none of what happened was his fault. But a part of him felt like he could have done something to prevent all of this, even if it was his father that the Dark Lord was punishing. And in doing so, hurting Draco to hurt his father. 

He looked to the bite on his left arm from Fenrir Greyback that still stung before quickly trying to hide it despite the pain. 

[astcriiia]

__________ ♔  ❝  i take it draco has told you the  N E W S  then  ??   ❞  legs crossed by the ankle && hands rest in her lap. no outward sign that they’ve made a  d e a l  with a  D E V I L . a life for a life, but it’s a  d e a l  she would make ten times over if it meant she could carry this child into the  N E W  world. eyes turned downward, she is the picture of perfect  G R A C E , yet underneath, still very much a  w i l t i n g  soul.

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[ensuespurity]

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        he stood,  breathing heavy,  feeling the  misery  he had been exposed to for nearly a  YEAR  evacuate him with each passing minute.  it almost felt like a dream --- a dream that had kept his mind from deteriorating in his cell,  surrounded by the ungodly aura of the dementors  (  mixed with the screams,  or worse,  SILENCE  of the others imprisoned alongside him ).

                     —-  he wouldn’t need to worry about such things any longer.  for his friend ... his  dear  friend had convinced the dark lord to assist him,  to  FREE  him.  it was a wonder he had enough strength to apparate this far  ;  part of him expected to be thrown  wildly  into the north sea for even attempting such a feat.  but here he was,  the mist of ocean spray still damp on his face as he stepped through the main door.

                he expected to see someone there,  but there was  nothing.  the thought of his family was stronger now than it  ever was  back in azkaban  ;  and in that moment,  his pride had all but been  overshadowed  by longing.  longing to see a face,  any  face.  he would have even been content in seeing  bellatrix,  for even she could have told him what had transpired during his absence.

[motherdcarest-blog]

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             ❛ I’m slightly concerned about the influence of your sister on my son ❜ she confessed over the cup of tea they were having at the 12, Grimmauld Square where Walburga had invited her niece. ❛ I am aware I am the one responsible for introducing Tom to her, but her fanatism somehow FRIGHTENS me, and I know Regulus has always looked up to her... ❜

[battlebonedmoved-blog]

                     ❛                   narcissa.     ❜

               she knows her, however distantly. remembers being a little girl, her father pointing out that exact shade of blonde through well dressed, milling crowd.   (  does not remember much else beyond the irritation caused by overly starched collar of dress && the way people looked down their noses at her. wanting to scream that she was a pureblood, too, mothers technicality status or not. how the ten year old her had made a game of flicking things at the shins of others && how she had celebrated with maimeó's apple cake when it was announced she was free from attending again though it hadn't lasted long.  )   smile is offered, polite && perfunctory. little emotion held within painted tiers towards woman known only from afar.          ❛                   you look     ...     well.     ❜                 ╳┊❛ @mctriarchal.

[perriemalfoy]

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                ❝You’re... not planning on telling my father that you’ve seen me flying after dark, are you?❞ He never understood the rule that his father had implemented. Scorpius was a safe flyer, a practiced on too, & he knew the grounds of his home just as well in the dark as he did in the daylight.

[poticnsmaster-blog]

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          Severus enters the room, silently; it’s a skill he’s always seemed to sustain; despite maturing into a man of rather towering stature in his adult years, he’s as  q u i e t  as a BAT. It appears Malfoy Manor is rather empty, at the moment . . . except for Narcissa, who is alone. He’s surprised.

         ❝ Narcissa, ❞ he speaks, lowly. ❝ You wished to SEE me. ❞ 

[taughthate-blog]

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              His fear is buried beneath the darkness of the manor, as if the simple silence had hidden it from view. He can feel it, taking over his chest, swallowing the numbness he had been trained to feel. It wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be, being ‘Chosen’. Briefly he’d wondered if this was how Potter felt-- But to dwell on the boy that caused the veins in his forehead to bulge was more detrimental for his health. It had been plummeting enough as it was-- His lack of appetite  &&  sleep being the most prominent. He’d blame his father, as unjust as it was, it was his fault, not Draco’s. Had he just been craftier, had he just escaped the clutches of Azkaban-- Well he  &&  his mother wouldn’t be in this position.

              Narcissa; perhaps the only sane thought in his head was of his mother. She relied on him, he knew, even if she would not admit it... The Dark Lord had threatened them, mostly him, but he could smell the truth in his words  &&  there was hardly any contemplation on what he had to do. Upon his return to Hogwarts ( that thought scared him even more ) he’d carry out his task, regardless of the difficulty, for his mother. As worried as she had been so recently-- Another FAULT of his father’s ( he claimed it so ).    ❛   Mother, I’ll need the elves to pack my trunk.   ❜   his voice echoes through the empty hall  &&  his eyes are hardened to the fact that his own emotions could not control him, not this time.